Rain, rain, go away

She used to love the lullaby of rain,

The drizzles that play on her windowpane,

The gentle mist that rests beneath the sky,

And the petrichor that surrounds her lilac room.

But, perception changes and rain will not be about rain,

Rain becomes a melancholic memory of pain,

That brings her nostalgia of a once broken heart.

Rain begins to shut the call of her tears,

That now she is upset by the clamor of rain,

She fears the drizzles that mess up her windowpane,

The irregular mist that blurs her vision out,

And the petrichor – the aroma, which repeats the process of nostalgia.